The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

is

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

pounded like

Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over

friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief,

opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she

been waiting for my call

soft and frail, "Ms.

to wait. The choice to contact me is yours, but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a

to the caller. She remained silent, patiently

often admired how

et

ine

achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior or entitled to the

patience was something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent patience

Thompson, I called to tell

ready to

words trembling as if forced through gritted

fluttered intensely, his heart raced,